At the southwestern frontier, the aftershocks of the heavenly phenomenon had yet to fully subside.
Zhang Shuai's avatar stood amid a ravaged expanse of void.
Below him, what should have been ancient rolling mountain ranges and deep ravines now presented a scene that made one's heart tremble.
The earth seemed to have been viciously torn apart by an invisible giant hand, leaving behind crisscrossing abysses and overturned, upended layers of rock. In some places, even the scorching dark-red currents of earth-vein magma deep within the Primordial World lay exposed.
The sky was filled with black spatial rifts that were slowly knitting shut, like wounds upon the world that had yet to heal. Strands of chaotic energy seeped from within them.
Yet what truly made Zhang Shuai grave was the unique, transcendent aura pervading heaven and earth, one that made his soul tremble faintly.
This aura was grand, vast, and ancient, as though it encompassed all phenomena while transcending the Great Dao itself. It merged with this world, resonating with every wisp of spiritual energy and every speck of dust, as if it were the sovereign of this land, capable of deciding the flourishing and withering of mountains and rivers with a single thought.
Yet it also stood apart from this world, complete unto itself and containing endless mysteries, like a miniature, perfect embryonic universe still in the midst of evolution.
Looking over this devastated land, Zhang Shuai realized that Junhao must have caused it. It was likely Junhao had been testing his moves after breaking through, testing and gaining control over his brand-new strength.
And this aura was undoubtedly the unique aura of the True God Realm that Junhao had left behind.
"So this is... the Dao resonance of the True God Realm?"
It had surpassed the Saint Realm's level